In Corde Coeli (89)

A surge of fire seems to split the canvas: red and yellow bursts erupt like molten lava, rising into a turquoise sky. At the base, deep blues and violets uphold the scene, like a restless sea reflecting the incandescence. The red sprays of paint erupting diagonally heighten the power of the movement, giving the impression of a creative explosion. Here, everything is tension, force, and release.
And what if this blazing outpouring were not destruction, but the founding act of a new world in the making?